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ECHOES FROM THE 
DISTANT BATTLEFIELD 

BY 

L. M. ZIMMERMAN, D.D. 




BOSTON 

RICHARD G. BADGER 

THE GORHAM PRESS 



Copyright, 1920, by L. M. Zimmerman 



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FOREWORD 

In presenting this little volume to the public I am 
prompted by a single purpose. That purpose is to pay 
tribute to the Honor Roll boys from the church of which 
I have the proud distinction to be pastor. This Honor 
Roll bespeaks more eloquently than could words a story 
of red-blooded young manhood that went forth in de- 
fense of human rights — went forth gladly to pay the su- 
preme sacrifice if needs be. 

Many of these boys were in military service near home, 
others in the various camps, others intrenched overseas, 
and still others went "over the top" never to return in the 
ghastly European carnage that ended on November ii, 
1918. 

With the hope that they may also prove in some degree 
both interesting and helpful to others, I am herewith pub- 
lishing excerpts from letters that I received from the boys, 
together with the letters that I sent to them. 

L. M. Zimmerman. 



CONTENTS 

PAOX 

Foreword 3 

Introduction 9 

America First 17 

Anxious to Fight 17 

For God and Country 17 

Mother, God Bless Her! 18 

Lest We Forget 19 

Killed in Action 19 

Don't Wait to be Drafted 20 

Easy to go Wrong, but 20 

All One Class 20 

Come Next to Mother ai 

"Somewhere in France" 2a 

Prayer for Safety 22 

The Awfulness of War 22 

Education vs. Legislation 23 

"Peace ON Earth" 23 

Misses Home and Church 24 

Army Life 25 

Came Out of Hospital 25 

They Just Prayed 26 

Din was Terrific 26 

Home, Sweet Home! 27 

Memories of Home Church 27 

Sacrifice Not in Vain 28 

Y. M. C. a. and Red Cross 28 

He Likes Pastor's Books 29 

He Still Goes to Church 30 

He Didn't Swear Under Shell Fire 30 

Enough to Give You the "Willies" 31 

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No Kick at Home After 31 

Have Done Their Bit 31 

Soldiers do not Forget 32 

He is Doing His Best 32 

Never Got Enough Eats 33 

Influence of a Tract 33 

Never Before Knew Religion 34 

The Supreme Sacrifice 34 

Welcomes Letter 35 

A Big Man's Resolution 35 

Scotch Won't be Missed 36 

Christmas and Pie Crust 36 

Willing to Die, if Necessary 36 

He Remembers Prayers 37 

The Unseen Companion 37 

Looking for Religious Literature 37 

A Dash to Mess and Back 38 

Met a Friend Who was Soon Thereafter Killed ... 38 

Dead, Facing the Foe 39 

Rarely a Frown 39 

"Gritty Coffee" That was "Ground" 39 

Unselfishness 39 

Catholics and Protestants United 39 

Have Learned to Obey 40 

Mother and Home 4° 

Thought He had been Shot 4^ 

Singing While Fighting 42 

The Value of Home 4* 

My Richest Experience 42 

My Greatest Impression 42 

Mother had Prayed It Out 43 

No Need for Second Orders 43 

War has Its Blessings 43 

Longs for His Church 44 

What War did to This Fellow 45 

When Men Face Death 45 

Praying in Shell Holes 45 

The Foremost in the War 46 



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The Efficacy of Prayer 46 

A Weak Faith but a Strong God 47 

Changes Human Nature 47 

The Night of September 25, 1918 47 

A Noble Resolution 48 

Rather Go Without Meal Than Bath 48 

Didn't Know There was so Much Water 49 

The Only Place for an American 49 

Before the Battle of Chateau-Thierry 49 

Thinking About Passing IN His Checks 50 

A Boost for THE "Y" 50 

One Who Made the Supreme Sacrifice 50 

Anxious to Return Home 51 

Would Always BE Her Boy 51 

Hardships of Inactivity in Camp Life 52 

A Great Schooling S^ 

Hardest Work is No Work S3 

This Boy was Killed in Action S3 

Offers Thanks to God S3 

Asks for Prayers S4 

Much to be Thankful For S4 

Travelled in Box Cars 55 

Thinks of His Little Girl 56 

Welcomes News of Armistice 5^ 

Our Treatment to German Prisoners 57 

Forgot They had been Enemies 57 

Burial of Those Killed During the Last Hours of the 

Fight 5^ 

Rejoicing in One Common Cause 58 

What We Promise God When We are in Trouble ... 59 

The Sick Appreciate A Word of Cheer 59 

Don't Trifle with Danger 60 

Pointing Out the Way 60 

All Creeds Mixed in Service 60 

Social Vice 61 

Comfort in 23RD Psalm 61 

The Surrender of the German Fleet 61 

Welcome Home from Camp Life 62 



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Mother's Day 62 

Prussianism and German Family Life Contrasted ... 63 

Hatred was Not of the Heart 63 

Delays are Dangerous 63 

A Hero at Home 65 

Who Won the War? 66 

Those Who "Stand AND Wait'* 66 

Some of the Pastor's Letters 66 

Guard Against Temptations 67 

For God's Richest Blessing 68 

"Lo, I AM with you Always" 68 

"Thrice Armed is He Whose Cause is Just" 69 

God is Ever at Hand 70 

Carry Religion with Them 71 

Appreciate God's Holy Word 72 

Kind Thoughts Bridge Distance 73 

A Real Source of Pleasure 74 

Sacrifices for America 74 

A Sainted Mother in Heaven 75 

Return with Pure Lips 77 

Loved Ones Await 78 

Has a Sainted Father in Heaven 78 

New People Better than New Laws 80 

A Letter Sent to Those Whose Loved Ones Made the 

Supreme Sacrifice 82 

This from a Nurse 84 

He was at Least Honest 84 

Lest We Forget 85 

Will Jealousies'Arise? 85 

Unnatural NESS of War 86 

Will War Resolutions be Kept? 86 

Mystery of Suffering 86 

**0 Love, That will Not Let Me Go" 87 

^*He That Goes Soonest has the Least to Pay" . . 88 



INTRODUCTION 

Many decades have passed since Tennyson dreamed of 
the idyllic period when there should be a universal brother- 
hood of man. The poet, however, with prophetic eye, saw 
that the time was not yet near at hand when swords were 
to be broken into plowshares and each man sit in peace 
under his own vine and fig tree. On the contrary, he 
visioned the barbarous devices of man for murder; the 
song of hate; the lust of conquest; the savagery of semi- 
civilized humanity; the mercenary spirit that has been 
handed down with the ages; and finally that Utopian 
period of which the sage and the philosopher have sung 
for eons. 

But it was beyond the ken of the great English poet — 
indeed, beyond the view of mortal man — mentally to 
visualize the titanic holocaust that was foredoomed to 
engrip almost the entire habitable globe when civilization 
had seemingly attained its pinnacle. Little, doubtless, did 
the Poet Laureate dream that only a quarter of a century 
after his death would his beloved kinsmen be beset by an 
imminent danger that threatened practically to enslave 
them for all time. 

Belgium's story of sorrow — a story so harrowing as 
scarcely to have its counterpart in world-history — is as 
a thrice-told tale. The ravaging of France, with its peace- 
ful villages, its fertile fields, its fruitful vineyards, its 

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coal mines, its commerce and its industries, has left only 
stalking ghosts among the flower of its manhood. The 
story of how the monster Zeppelins hovered over England 
like vultures ready to swoop down on their helpless prey 
is familiar to all mankind. For many desolate months 
it looked as if no earthly power could check the enemy. 

Meanwhile, the war spirit had constantly been growing 
in the United States. This was still further accentuated 
by the sinking of our merchant ships. And now came the 
destroying of our big ocean liners, accompanied by the 
slaughter of helpless women and children and babes in 
arms. Protest was followed by the sinking of still other 
vessels. When, finally, word was flashed that that great 
leviathan of the deep, the Lusitania, had been sent to the 
bottom the storm burst in all its fury. The red blood 
of American manhood had been aroused to its full. 

What followed is fresh in the minds of all. On April 
14, 191 7, we were officially declared to be at war with 
Germany. As if by magic, our Army and our Navy were 
transformed from insignificant little forces into formidable 
fighting machines. Soon our lion-hearted youth were be- 
ing transported overseas. Thousands of them went 
weekly, until finally the War Lord awakened to the fact 
that he had recked without his host. A year later that 
divinity which commonly is said to hedge kings had de- 
serted Wilhelm Hohenzollem and left him at the mercy 
of a rude stream that must forever hide him. 

So, five years after a madman in an obscure town in 
Bosnia committed a murder which started a stream of 
blood that was destined to leave its crimson stain on 
almost the entire world, an armistice was signed that prac- 



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tically ended the war. This was on November ii, 191 8. 
The formal and official signing of the peace treaty took 
place at Versailles on June 28, 1919. 

And what was the grist brought home from the blood- 
mill? The map of Europe, Asia and Africa has been 
redrawn. Nine millions of men paid the supreme sacrifice, 
20,000,000 were wounded, and myriads of innocent 
women and children suffered physical and mental torture 
that was worse than death itself. Billions on billions of 
dollars were sacrificed on the altar of Moloch that future 
generations will strive to pay. The lame and the halt 
and the blind bear mute but eloquent testimony to man's 
inhumanity to man. 

It was not the wish of the United States to enter this 
charnel house and bloody shambles: we are a peace-loving 
and God-fearing nation. But our honor, the foundation- 
stones on which rests the spirit of democracy, were in- 
volved. And so we went forth clothed in the garb of 
righteousness. Our cause was just, and thrice-armed were 
we. 

The tales of heroic acts by our boys on the blood-soaked 
fields of France need not be recounted here. If ever there 
was a nation whose men fought with courage, with intelli- 
gence, with the never-say-die spirit, that nation was typi- 
fied by the lads from across the Atlantic who cheerfully 
gave up their lives when necessary to safeguard the rights 
of humanity. 

But even above that spirit of courage shown on the bat- 
tlefields by our boys there arises an attribute that should 
be emblazoned on the pages of history for all time. It Is 
the love of God, of country and of home that rests in 



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our hearts. The ever-faithful love of father and mother, 
of sister and brother, of sweetheart and wife. A love 
it is that binds us with hoops of steel and that mellows and 
chastens us as could no other human force. 

But what of the inward scars of battle that are left ? Be- 
fore this book is printed giants of the deep from American 
ports will be plowing their way to Germany carrying 
precious cargoes of freight, and on their return trips will 
bring articles of German manufacture. Happily, Time is 
a great healer. 

In Nature, some of the spots that at one time were 
only places of ruin are today among the more beautiful 
corners of the earth. Even where the hand and skill of 
man fail to reconstruct, there Nature itself is a great 
healer. The soil is fertilized by the disintegration of the 
broken stones, while grass and ivy cover with green what 
otherwise would be uncomely scenes. Nature forgets the 
past and plans for a better and brighter future. 

Like Nature, so little children, ignorant of the ills and 
wo€s and differences of the past, soon forget even appear- 
ances of evil and hatred. And by so forgetting they build 
up a brighter, a better and a happier world. All this is 
in line with God's ovm plan of remembering our sins 
against us no more, provided we have sincerely repented, 
prove to Him that we are dutiful children of God and 
followers of His teachings. And could we hear the voice 
of the dead, perhaps there would be among many that of 
the Master who prayed for them that did Him wrong: 
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." 

Praise God for the glorious doctrine of immortality! 
As Charles Dickens says: "It is an old-fashioned death. 



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but an older-fashioned immortality." And the fallen 
heroes in sunny France who died in the faith fell asleep 
with the blessed assurance that "Life is ever lord of death, 
and love can never lose its own." 

On the field of battle near Ypres a soldier penned the 
following lines as expressive of hope in the life beyond : 

In lonely watches night by night 
Great visions burst upon my sight, 
For down the stretches of the sky 
The hosts of dead go marching by. 

Strange ghostly banners o'er them float. 
Strange bugles sound an awful note, 
And all their faces and their eyes 
Are lit with starlight from the skies. 

The anguish and the pain have passed 
And peace has come to them at last, 
But in the stern looks linger still 
The iron purpose and the will. 

Dear Christ, who reign'st above the flood 
Of human tears and human blood, 
A weary road these men have trod, 
O house them in the home of God! 

"Peace has come to them at last," so "house them in 
the home of God!" 

Well may we take the lesson of those lines to ourselves. 
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warfare. Then will peace come to us, and ultimately we 
shall be housed in the home of God. 

In my church there are enrolled many young men. 
Scores of these were called to the colors. Some will never 
return. Throughout the war it was my aim to keep in 
constant touch with these boys. And that I succeeded 
is proved indubitably by the numerous letters that I re- 
ceived from them. 

As stated in my Foreword, it is my purpose to publish 
excerpts from many of these letters, together with letters 
that I have sent in answer thereto. Of course, I realize 
that it is a prosaic undertaking, due to the sameness of the 
texts. But it is a duty that I feel bound to perform. And 
with the assurance that this duty will be appreciated at 
least by the boys who escaped Death's beckoning call I 
feel amply repaid. 

The excerpts follow: 



ECHOES FROM THE DISTANT 
BATTLEFIELD 



ECHOES FROM THE DISTANT 
BATTLEFIELD 

AMERICA FIRST 

I always believed in the slogan "See America First," but 
I couldn't resist the insistent invitation of the Kaiser to 
see Europe. 

ANXIOUS TO FIGHT 

A sample of the nervous strain to which soldiers are 
subjected: 

We are waiting and are ready for orders. 
You may not think so, but really we are anxious 
to get into the fight. Waiting for orders is 
worse than being on the firing line. 

FOR GOD AND COUNTRY 

Leonidas At Thermopyla showed no braver or more 
loyal spirit than this: 

To give up a lucrative position and all the 
comforts of home for a soldier's life and all it 
means requires red blood, and we boys have it. 
We are only too glad to be able to serve our 
country and God for the right. If all of the 
people at home would serve their Churches and 
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their God as enthusiastically and loyally as we 
boys do our country, there would be no vacant 
pews at religious worship. 



MOTHER, GOD BLESS HER! 

And then Sunday School and Church. Listen: 

Our company has been drilling nearly every day from 
7.30 in the morning until 6 o'clock at night. The ob- 
ject of all this rushing is in order that we may receive 
our necessary training as rapidly as possible, as our lieu- 
tenant told us last week that within a month's time we 
would be on our way to France. 

We are allowed a good rest on Sunday. This is the 
day that, having nothing particular to do, brings to one 
fond recollections of folks and things back home. One 
longs to see, among other things, his best friend, his 
mother, God bless her. And again, around 9.30 Sunday 
morning I actually feel homesick for my second home, 
my Sunday School and Church. This was one of my 
greatest pleasures, honestly speaking, of looking forward 
to every Sunday before I came here, of being with my 
class in Sunday School and my position at the piano. 

Before I left I had the promise of every one of my 
scholars that they would remain steadfast to their class 
and church during my absence, assuring them that when 
this war is over, when I would return, God willing, I 
would then consider it my privilege to return to my 
former post (in the class and at the piano in Sunday 
School). God grant that this privilege may be granted 



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within the near future and wishing you the greatest bless- 
ings that God can bestow on you who has favored Him 
with true love and endurance. 

One of your flock of the Sunday School and Church. 



LEST WE FORGET 

This lad pledges himself to his Church and to his God, 
Hear him: 

I was very sorry that you were away on 
your vacation when I left on August 27tJi. I 
would have called on you, as I did on all my 
friends. You are one of my best friends. I was 
sorry to leave you because every time I heard you 
preach I was relieved of everything that wor- 
ried me. When this war ends, I will not forget 
my Church and my God. 



KILLED IN ACTION 

This poor boy has entered the Shadow of the Valley 
since penning the subjoined: 

I have no doubt been a little neglectful in re- 
gard to writing you and informing you that I 
am at Camp Meade, as I have been a member of 
your church for several years past and always 
as faithful to my duties as circumstances would 
permit. I am taking the liberty of asking that 
my name be put on the Honor Flag. 



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It is quite a game we seem to be playing — 
sometimes happy and sometimes sad, but always 
hoping for the war to end for the benefit of all 
concerned. 



DON'T WAIT TO BE DRAFTED 

I wanted to enlist at the outbreak of the war, but the 
firm I served at the time plead with me not to leave them. 
I delayed to my regret and loss. If Uncle Sam ever wants 
me again, I will enlist at once. 



EASY TO GO WRONG, BUT— 

It is very easy for a fellow to go wrong in the Army, 
for on all sides are allurements to drag one down unless 
he be on guard. And yet, it is also hard to go wrong, 
for one sees the horrible results and sufferings of those 
who yield to evil temptations, and a thoughtful man real- 
izes the price he pays is too great for the so called pleasure 
he hopes to get. 

ALL ONE CLASS 

'^For humanity's sake" — that is the way this lad re- 
gards Americas part in the war: 

When I arrived at this camp I certainly was 
brokenhearted. We had to sleep on bare floors, 



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stand out in the rain and cold and eat our mess, 
for it sure was mess, and besides drilling about 
all the time in about four inches of mud. But 
we are all making the best of everything. 

In our company there are the rich and poor, 
the high and low class, but in the army we are 
all one class, for we are all in the fight for 
humanity's sake. 

Just tell the people back home to remember 
the boys that are away in their prayer, for we 
all need their prayers, which seem like a stimu- 
lant, because our hardships are many. I can 
assure you that all the boys have that great faith, 
trusting in God the Almighty that this dark 
cloud will turn to light and victory. 

COME NEXT TO MOTHER 

As showing the esteem in which the Red Cross nurses 
are held by the soldier boys, read this: 

This life certainly does make a man out of us. 
We young and old fellows down here all mix 
together just like brothers. No matter what the 
religion or nationality is it makes no diflFerence; 
we are all glad to share anything we have to 
any of our brothers. At the hospital the Red 
Cross nurses are like mothers. Those who are 
in need of them say the Red Cross nurses are 
the nearest to a mother they have ever wit- 
nessed. We are all very anxious to go across. 



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We have taken our over-seas examinations and 
signed up ready to sail in October. 



"SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE" 

Do the boys like to hear from the loved ones at home? 
Read the answer. 

To-night somewhere in France, I a^l sitting 
in my little dugout in the side of the big and 
beautiful mountains, writing by the light of a 
candle. We do not receive mail every day, but 
it is a happy moment when we all get a letter or 
two from our loved ones at home, and then it is 
a great pleasure to sit down and write to our 
wives and mothers and sweethearts, because we 
all know it does them worlds of good. 

PRAYER FOR SAFETY 
He jests at battle who nevef^ felt a scar is this text: 

I must say that we boys have been through 
some hard times over here and, while in battle, 
lay on the field praying for our safety. No one 
knows what war is, but those who are in the 
battle. 

THE AWFULNESS OF WAR 

Only God and the soldier know the awfulness of war. 
The machine guns mowed down the men like grass. 



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It made me sick at heart to see our own men fall, and 
also to know how we were mowing down the enemy. 
"Oh, God," I prayed, "end this war." And then I be- 
came braver, more fearless, and, true to my colors, I 
rushed forward fearless of foe or death because of our 
righteous cause. 



EDUCATION VS. LEGISLATION 

Since I have been in the Army I can see as never be- 
fore the wisdom of early education along moral lines. 
You have always urged that and practiced it in your 
preaching. Now that I am tempted and tried, I find it 
easy to resist because I have been educated to see and 
know dangers. I find those boys who have not thus 
been educated to be manly, are an easy prey to the 
alluring pitfalls even though the laws of army life would 
compel them to do the right. I agree with you that it 
is difficult to legislate a man to be good, but it \s far 
easier to educate him to do the right of his own free 
will. 

"PEACE ON EARTH" 

And *'Good will toward men* his aim: 

I am now in the service of my country in the 
Marine Corps at Paris Island, S. C, and thank 
you for the prayer you offered before I left Bal- 
timore, for I think it has done me lots of good, 
as I know God is with me and I always pray 



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just the same as when I was home and attending 
church. Army life is not the most pleasant 
thing on earth, but when a man is serving his 
God and country for "peace on earth, good will 
toward men" he is satisfied to stand the hard- 
ships and unpleasant moments of life, for think 
of the happiness of peace, although some of us 
will be in the "house of many mansions." Those 
left on earth can have the peace for which others 
made great sacrifices to gain. 



MISSES HOME AND CHURCH 

But God can be worshiped anywhere, is the devout 
spirit here breathed: 

I have arrived safely overseas, and am getting 
along fine. 

This country is very pretty, but everything 
is very old fashioned. You see but very few 
young men, and those that you do see are either 
too young for the army or crippled so that they 
are not fit for service. 

I certainly do miss my old home and my place 
in the Sunday School and Church, but God is 
my keeper and I can worship Him wherever I 
am, for He is ever near to guide and direct me, 
and I have my bible always close to me. When 
I feel downhearted I always find comfort there. 

We have to work very hard, but anything 
we do to win this war is not in vain, for God 



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is with us in this just cause and will carry us 
safely through. I am longing for the day when 
I can come back and teach my class in Sunday 
School. 

ARMY LIFE 

That army life is a great leveler is shown in the fol- 
lowing extract: 

I often think of your sermons, Doctor, and 
how you used to emphasize the fact that "of one 
blood God made all nations." Well, here we 
are all one. "Love thy neighbor as thyself" 
seems to be a common motto. Our general 
hardships seem to make us all one body, where 
every one apparently seeks good of another. 



CAME OUT OF HOSPITAL 

Here is part of a letter that is characteristic of the 
average American boy who attends church. His mother 
and his God are his very first thoughts: 

I just came out of a hospital where I had 
been confined for several weeks. It was my first 
experience to be sick away from home, and I 
sure did miss my dear mother. However, the 
nurses were very good to us boys and did every- 
thing possible for our comfort. 

One poor fellow in a cot next to mine died. 



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He did not know much about the English 
language, but he knew his Lord. Before he 
died he repeated the prayer, "Now I lay me 
down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; 
If I should die before I wake, I pray Thee, 
Lord, my soul to take." 



THEY JUST PRAYED 

Three of us hid in a shell hole. We ate our hardtack 
and said our prayers. No, we did not say our prayers 
— we just prayed; for prayers offered in a shell hole are 
very different from those offered in a comfortable room 
at home. Orders came to march, and out we dashed 
into the thick of battle. One of my companions fell and 
then the other. For several days I fought, until I was 
carried back into a hospital, where I found one of my 
companions severely wounded, and he told me the other 
had died. 

DIN WAS TERRIFIC 

The subjoined lines shorn how the inhuman methods 
of the enemy only spurred our boys on to greater en- 
deavors than ever: 

The din of battle seems yet to ring in my ears. 
I was in the thick of the fight. Shells rained 
incessantly, while at times it seemed as if there 
were volcanic eruptions, bringing death and de- 
struction at every blast. This work of the 



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enemy made us all the more determined to get 
revenge, and we fought like tigers. We forgot 
all about ourselves and thought only of the cause 
for which we fought. 



HOME, SWEET HOME! 

This note has the ring of Scott* s lines: 

"Breathes there a man with soul so dead 
Who never to himself hath said, 
'This is my own, my native land'?" 

It does a fellow good to get away from his own coun- 
try. In America we often make complaints about our 
land, but when we get into other countries we find things 
very difFerent. Then we learn more than ever before 
how to appreciate our own land of the free and home 
of the brave. 



MEMORIES OF HOME CHURCH 

When we were in the town of Baccarat, near Strass- 
burg, before dark, many of the inhabitants would leave 
the town for the nearby roads for shelter, as the town 
was nightly bombed when it was clear. One Sunday 
evening as I and another boy from the Church were on 
our way to the neighboring woods, we stopped along- 
side a path and held a religious service, much after the 
order of ours at Church. It being the hour of service, 



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I could Imagine myself In our Church. We read the 
Scripture, sang hymns, prayed and then we thought we 
could hear you preach and the choir sing. Tears rolled 
down my cheeks, and I felt that the same Christ who 
is In the Church was with us there that evening, and 
I was happy. 



SACRIFICE NOT IN VAIN 

The spirit of ultimate victory is breathed in the sub- 
joined paragraphs : 

It is a source of great pleasure to receive news 
from home regarding the manner In which they 
are putting their shoulders to the wheel, and feel 
sure that their sacrifices will not be in vain. 

While we are all proud of the splendid success 
that has come to us, and while we feel that our 
countrymen are justly exultant, let us fix our 
minds firmly on the final victory, and strive 
more earnestly than ever to carry out our great 
purpose. 

Y. M. C. A. AND RED CROSS 

Both of these organizations are here shown to be do- 
ing excellent work: 

I am in receipt of your most welcome letter 
of the nth ultimo and booklet entitled "Cheer 
and Counsel." You can imagine my joy In re- 



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ceiving a letter from one who has done so much 
good work among the folks back home and 
makes a fellow feel proud to be an American. 
The boys over here are being well taken care of 
and there should be no cause for any of the folks 
at home to worry about their spiritual welfare. 
Both the Y. M. C. A. and Red Cross are doing 
wonderful work and am sure of the fact that all 
of us will be better men upon our return to 
civilian life. 



HE LIKES PASTOR'S BOOKS 

The author s novel '* Cordelia^ has made a hit here: 

We entered the war zone on February 22, 
19 1 8, and on the 24th reached Brest. Brest is 
a town of 8o,(X>o population. The city is built 
on a rocky blu£F some 300 feet above sea level. 
The scenery is wonderful, and to get a bird's- 
eye view of the harbor reminds one of the beau- 
tiful pictures of mountain lakes. The trip was 
uneventful throughout except for some severe 
storms on our return. When we left Brest just 
five days after our arrival there were submarine 
warnings galore, but God saw us through the 
war zone safely. 

I would very much appreciate if you will send 
me a copy of your "Sparks." "Cordelia" has 
made so many friends here that the men besiege 
me with requests for more writings by the same 



30 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

author, and I have promised to see what I could 
do for them. 



HE STILL GOES TO CHURCH 

Here's a soldier laddie that listens to sermons in French: 

Your letter was received and I enjoyed read- 
ing same. Have passed same on to some of my 
friends in the company, as there are several 
things that will be helpful to us all. 

I miss being with you on Sunday, but I go to 
church every time I can, even if the sermon is 
in French. 

We are being well fed and clothed ; in fact I 
have more clothes than I can carry. 

HE DIDN'T SWEAR UNDER SHELL FIRE 

We had a fellow in the Signal Corps who was always 
playing craps, gambling and swearing. He was on a 
detail of splicing wire under shell fire. He had the last 
wire to splice, being the closest to the firing line, where 
he was under both machine gun, rifle and artillery fire. 
He was so long in coming back that we gave him up 
for lost. After making his appearance we questioned 
him as to where he had been so long. He replied thought- 
fully: "I thought I was gone myself, but I jumped into 
a ditch on the side of the road, took my Testament from 
my pocket, opened it and read the first part my eyes fell 



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upon. Then I prayed that God would help me to get 
back safely, and here I am." 



ENOUGH TO GIVE YOU THE "WILLIES" 

Having no tons of T. N. T. stored below you on 
three decks was enough to give you the "Willies" and 
make you wish that you were in the Army. 



NO KICK AT HOME AFTER- 



Here is a boy who has learned from experience how to 
appreciate a good home. Hear him: 

After one has been sleeping around in billets, 
he never has any kick to make when he gets 
home. 



HAVE DONE THEIR BIT 

The company of which this boy was a member is 
praised by its commander: 

We have had quite a few experiences and to 
write about them would be beyond my ability 
as a writer. At any rate, we have done our bit 
and done it well. This is the opinion expressed 
to the company by our commander, which proves 
that we came over here as men, believing our- 



32 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

selves to be in the right and determined to do 
our best. Hope to be back in the church soon 
again. 



SOLDIERS DO NOT FORGET 

Noble sentiment is this. For it shows fealty to God 
and man: 

France is a most beautiful country this time 
of the year, and in the part where we are one 
would never dream that such a thing as war was 
going on, for surely a more Godly, peaceful and 
lovely place I have yet to see. The folks here 
treat us very kindly, at the same time under- 
standing our mission, for many of their loved 
ones are at the front, or already have made the 
supreme sacrifice. 

We, too, have a very fine chaplain. He con- 
ducts services every Sunday afternoon and is a 
very willing worker for the Master. We 
soldiers do not forget our duty to God as well 
as our country. 

HE IS DOING HIS BEST 

"jPor country and God" is also this boy's motto: 

I am doing my best in both ways that I can — 
that is, service for my country and the work of 
God. As sure as He reigns above us to-day I 



Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 33 

have already become a better man in the spirit 
and will continue likewise when I arrive back 
in the dear U. S. A. Dear pastor, your letter 
has given me new life and better courage to 
go on in to this fight. The prayers of you and 
the many friends back there are being answered 
for us over here. I have just come out of a few 
days' battle, in which I know God was with me, 
or else I would never have come through such 
a struggle. Continue on in prayers and may 
God give you everlasting strength to continue 
your good work. I hope to be among your flock 
very soon again. 



NEVER GOT ENOUGH EATS 

One big fellow in our company was called the "Big 
Eater." Hp never seemed to get enough. Even when 
on "No man's land" while the shells were bursting about 
us, and we were driving back the enemy, he would here 
and there snatch up blackberries from the vines. 



INFLUENCE OF A TRACT 

Imagine my surprise and delight when in a French 
Hospital I found a wounded soldier reading "Cheer and 
Counsel," a tract which you published. I am writing you 
this that you may know the good you are doing where 
you least suspect. 



34 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

NEVER BEFORE KNEW RELIGION 

Lots of the boys say they never knew the meaning of 
religion until they got to the front. Many say they 
never before prayed. 

THE SUPREME SACRIFICE 

It is made, not by the soldier, but by loved ones at 
home, says this gallant lad: 

In many towns and cities mothers are bearing 
up with fortitude under the strain of war, their 
boys are in the sers^ice. They can only imagine 
from such meager news what hardships their 
sons are exposed to. There is the sublime task. 
They have brought a son into the world and 
gladly given him to the great cause. They 
have already sacrificed more than have those who 
have gone away. The son who is called to the 
colors leaves his home with a flush of unknown 
adventure on his cheeks. Let not the parents be 
deceived, to-morrow the light of hope may fade 
from his eyes, and his smile replaced by a gaunt 
look of suffering. When this crisis comes he 
needs more than bandages, medicine, food and 
warmth. He needs some concrete indication 
that those at home are with him in spirit in his 
hour of suffering. But this is war. It is glori- 
ous to die in camp, as on the field of battle in 
the greater conception of service. The fact that 



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we must regard coldly and dispassionately is that 
while we boys are experiencing the fortunes of 
war — red war — ^with its glamour and romance 
dissipated by hardships. We shall do our best 
and all in our power even to the utmost, as we 
go over the top to fight our fight and, God 
helping us, we will never lose, I am quite sure. 



WELCOMES LETTER 

The pastor s letters are welcomed, as is here attested: 

Just a few lines to let you know that I re- 
ceived your welcome letter and sure was very 
glad to hear from you. It sure does put the 
spirit and courage in a young man to get such 
a letter from his pastor while over here in this 
country where there are a great many tempta- 
tions to make him go wrong. 

A BIG MAN'S RESOLUTION 

Many are resolving to live different lives upon their 
return home. 

A few days ago after coming back from over the top 
a big fellow with seemingly a big heart said, "When I 
get home, if I ever get there, I will do differently toward 
my wife. 

"Before I left home, she often asked me to go with 
her to places, but I always did the deciding and made 
her go with me. It will be different if I ever get home. 



36 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

I've learned to appreciate what a real, good wife I have, 
and she'll get a good husband's treatment hereafter." 

SCOTCH WON'T BE MISSED 
A little pleasant persiflage is here shown: 

We have the best rains that ever rained. The 
land of perpetual moisture. I suppose you have 
heard of the Scotch mist. Well, it won't be 
missed when I leave here. 

I saw some peaches in June and the price was 
three shillings a piece, which is about seventy- 
five cents in good old U. S. A. cash. Being I 
wasn't a millionaire I didn't buy any. 

CHRISTMAS AND PIE CRUST 

On Christmas day I was invited to the home of the 
Mayor of a French town. They had a Christmas tree, 
and on it were hanging pieces of pie crust covered with 
sugar. 

The little children were extremely happy at even the 
pie crust. I thought how different it was with us at 
home, where we get so many things and yet are not 
satisfied. 

WILLING TO DIE, IF NECESSARY 

The stuff of which red-blooded men are made is told 
in this excerpt: 

Please visit my parents and assure them that 
I am well taken care of and that I am happy. 



Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 37 

My love for my parents naturally makes me seri- 
ous at times when facing death. I am willing, 
if necessary, to die for my country, but the 
thought of what sorrow it would bring to loved 
ones at home makes me long all the more to 
live. 

HE REMEMBERS PRAYERS 

Here is the very essence of ffratitude: 

You have not forgotten me during my absence. 
I not only get your letters, but I also know I 
have your prayers, and I will not forget you 
when I get back home. 



THE UNSEEN COMPANION 

I often think of what you said to me when you bade 
me good-by. Yes, the "Unseen Companion," as you said, 
is by my side, and this assurance has many times com- 
forted me, when otherwise I would have been sad and 
lonely. It is sweet to know that I am not alone. 

LOOKING FOR RELIGIOUS LITERATURE 

In the Signal Corps to which I belonged, there were 
480 men, and when we were going in to the line, the boys 
seemed always eager for religious literature, and I per- 
sonally have resolved that if I get back, I will give and 
do more for the Church and my God than ever before. 



38 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

A DASH TO MESS AND BACK 

When I left the dugout for "mess," which was about 
two squares distant, I went so fast and hurried back so 
quickly to avoid shells, that the boys said my coat tail 
stood out straight. 



MET A FRIEND WHO WAS SOON THERE- 
AFTER KILLED 

One afternoon I met one of the boys from our Church, 
and we were surely glad to see each other. But it was 
only for a few moments when he was ordered to the 
front. Poor boy, he went "over the top," and in the next 
hour or two he was killed at Montfaucon. 



DEAD, FACING THE FOE 

On November 8, 191 8, a few days previous to the 
great day of the signing of the armistice, we were on 
our return from battle to our dugout, when suddenly, 
before us, a scene presented itself that made us stop and 
ponder. There before us was a large shell hole, in 
which were three dead bodies of our soldier boys with 
their faces downward and headed for the enemy. In that 
shell hole, with pages open, was a small pocket testament 
of one of the boys to which no doubt they had resorted 
while awaiting medical aid. 



Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 39 

RARELY A FROWN 

One of the remarkable things was the fact that those 
falh'ng in battle seemed to do so cheerfully, for the faces 
of the dead rarely showed a frown. 



"GRITTY COFFEE" THAT WAS "GROUND" 

In the Argonne Forest we could not get any water 
except from shell holes, and often that was unfit, on ac- 
count of dead bodies in such holes. One morning we took 
some of this water to make some coffee. One of the 
guests commented that the coffee was "so gritty." The 
cook replied, jestingly, "Well, it was ground this morn- 
ing." 

UNSELFISHNESS 

The fellows were always endeavoring to help their 
comrades regardless of the penalty they had to pay. 



CATHOLICS AND PROTESTANTS UNITED 

In the Regiment to which I belonged there were two 
Chaplains, one a Catholic Priest and the other a Protes- 
tant Minister. 

They held their meetings in the same room at the 
same time, holding mass in one corner and a meeting 



40 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

in another, and after all was over the two Chaplains 
would link arms, and go out arm in arm for a walk. 

This same priest once said to me that he longed for 
the day when Catholic and Protestant would unite 
and form a universal religion where they would all be 
working for one great end, in saving the world for God. 



HAVE LEARNED TO OBEY 

This boy shows that he has profited by the value of 
military discipline. He says: 

If Christians at home would be as loyal and 
patriotic to God and the Church as we boys are 
for our country and our God, churches would 
be crowded and there would be no complainers 
in the pew. We soldiers have learned to obey 
orders and not to give orders. 



MOTHER AND HOME 

Verily, does this lad have a human-interest story. 

Have enlisted in the United States Naval Re- 
serve force and have been called for active duty. 
For the past four years I have been a mechanic 
in the local shipyards; therefore I am confident 
my services shall be of value to my country in 
this branch of the service. Doing shore duty, 
it makes it necessary for me to board. I have 



Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 41 

always been attached to mother and home, and 
now that I have to board I realize far greater 
what a home and mother means. I will appre- 
ciate most heartily any of your booklets. I 
eagerly await a message from you. 



THOUGHT HE HAD BEEN SHOT 

The cries of "First Aid" had been quite frequent and 
nerve racking during those four days of "Over the Top." 
So it was, as I saw one of my bunkies on the last day 
suddenly yell "First Aid" and fall, to be carried ofE the 
battlefield later by the First Aid men, that as I went 
onward, I had the feeling that another one of my friends 
had "gone west." But a few weeks later I came upon 
this same fellow on another front whom I then discovered 
had miraculously escaped without a scratch after those 
four days and nights of terror and I was somewhat sur- 
prised to find him there at that time after yelling 
"First Aid" on the battlefield. He laughed and his 
experience was this: It appeared that he was always on 
the alert since hearing the cries of First Aid so frequently. 
Suddenly a trickling of something down his right leg 
caused him on the impulse of the moment to yell "First 
Aid." He was of the impression that he had been shot 
and that blood was flowing down his leg. After he had 
been carried off the field to the First Aid Station, an 
investigation was made but no wound or blood could be 
discovered. Upon further investigation it was found 
that his cantine, once filled with water, which was car- 



42 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

ried in his belt on the right side, had been the cause of 
his cry of "First Aid." A bullet had penetrated his can- 
tine, thus forcing the water down his leg, causing him 
to think he had been shot. 



SINGING WHILE FIGHTING 

The good cheer of the American soldier was a puzzle 
to the enemy, who could not understand how we boys 
could fight and sing at the same time. 

THE VALUE OF HOME 

This war has taught me to value my home and parents 
more highly than ever before. Now, I realize, I should 
stick to my Dad and do what he wants me, and thus 
aid him in his business. I shall discontinue my rambling 
and roaming and settle down, and by so doing prove to 
my father a realization of what he had done for me in 
the past. I am going back home to settle down and do 
my bit as well as before. 

MY RICHEST EXPERIENCE 

My richest experience in this war was my association 
with men. 

MY GREATEST IMPRESSION 

My greatest impression in the war was the Brother- 
hood of Man. 



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MOTHER HAD PRAYED IT OUT 

This mother reasoned with God and was satisfied to 
sacrifice her son, if necessary : 

For quite a time I resisted the thought of en- 
listing in the army. One day, however, I went 
to my mother and said: "Mother, I'm going to 
enlist." I expected her to be surprised, but she 
only put her hand on my shoulder and said: 
"My son, I have prayed it all out and am 
satisfied." 

It was a revelation to me, for I knew how 
great a sacrifice it meant for my mother — 
greater for her than for me. It took all fear 
from me and sent me away full of good cheer. 

Hardships? Yes, many. But in times of war 
we must not expect comforts. Now we are 
thinking of home, for since the war ended we 
naturally want to return. 

NO NEED FOR SECOND ORDERS 

We boys never needed a second command. We obeyed 
at once, even though it meant to do so at the risk of our 
lives. 

WAR HAS ITS BLESSINGS 

Here's a letter that tells of the chastening ejects of 
grim-visaged war: 

Your encouraging letter of the 2nd is re- 
ceived, and I am not only glad to hear from you, 



44 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

but wish to thank you for it. I always agreed 
with your plan of telling a person the good 
he does while he lives, and therefore wish to try 
to make it clear how much the boys appreciate 
these kind letters. 

While I realize the temptations of soldiers 
are many, it is the help of God, love of a good 
mother and the many good messages you have 
given me in your sermons that have kept me 
clean and strong. I am sure in your wide ex- 
perience you have met men whom you cannot 
talk to about their souls' welfare, but I have 
decided by leading a clean life I may be able to 
set an example and touch their consciences, that 
they, too, may get closer with God. 

This war may have its hardships, but I know 
it has awakened some people's hearts, as I know 
many who hardly ever prayed before who are 
praying now; others are helping less fortunate 
ones; still others are now appreciating many 
blessings they have been enjoying, but did not 
stop to think how they were blessed. 

LONGS FOR HIS CHURCH 

That environment clings like the ivy vine is below 
shown: 

Our chaplain is a very nice man and all the 
boys like him. I have felt homesick many a 
time after attending one of his services because 



Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 45 

he preaches so much like you. It always makes 
me long to be sitting in the pew of our House 
of God. 

I wish that this horrible war was over so we 
could come back to our loved ones again, but it 
seems as though this great conflict will last for 
some time yet. 



WHAT WAR DID TO THIS FELLOW 

I can say without hesitation that the war has made 
me a better fellow, and also more appreciative of my 
mother. I'll never more complain about what is set 
before me to eat. 



WHEN MEN FACE DEATH 

When men are face to face with death the heart finds 
expression in truthful utterances, which is not usually 
the case in our commercialized workaday lives under 
other circumstances. Truly "out of the abundance of the 
heart the mouth speaketh." 

PRAYING IN SHELL HOLES 

We never learned to so love and serve God as in 
battle. It was a common thing to see the boys lying 
in shell holes reading their Bibles and praying. It was 
this faith of mine in God, I believe, that caused my life 
to be spared. 



46 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

THE FOREMOST IN THE WAR 

This war seems different from many of those I read 
about when a boy at school. Then there always were a 
few men who came to the front and bore away all the 
honors. 

In this great war we often ask who are the greatest 
heroes and leaders, for there are so many who have done 
great things that it will not be easy to single out the 
few foremost and tag them as heroes. 



THE EFFICACY OF PRAYER 

Our mission in the cargo transport service, which was 
very necessary in order to feed and clothe our boys Over 
There, was to travel between the States and various for- 
eign ports. During the months of December, January, 
February and March there are terrific storms and the 
sea is very rough. Due to these storms a vessel of cargo 
type sways and tosses considerably. On one trip we 
encountered three very severe storms. We could not lie 
in our bunks, and were compelled to hold on for dear 
life to keep from being thrown overboard. In such 
dangers as this, losing our lifeboats and rafts, and at 
the mercy of the wild seas, it is only for us to pray to 
God for safety. And this we did. The Captain said: 
"Boys, God saved us." And we all knew our prayers 
were answered. 



Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 47 

A WEAK FAITH BUT A STRONG GOD 

I have been here in a hospital for several vvreeks. It 
sure does try one's faith, especially when one's faith is a 
bit weak. 

One thing in a fellow's favor is that, even though he 
has a weak faith, he has a strong God. 



CHANGES HUMAN NATURE 

This war has changed human nature, for the time at 
least, for we seem all one great body. 

Now that the war is over, I still find the same comfort 
and strength in prayer and the Bible as during the war. 
And these both helped me greatly when I learned of the 
death of my brother, who died at Camp Meade. I was 
unable to express my feelings when I read of his death, 
but then faith in God triumphed and I was satisfied. 



THE NIGHT OF SEPTEMBER 25, 1918 

On the night of September 25, 191 8, General Per- 
shing called the officers together, and told them that the 
battle on the morrow would be the turning point of the 
war. The 313th had no objective, but to go as far as 
possible. General Pershing sent word to all the soldiers 
through the officers to go as far as possible, do their best, 
stop for nothing, and closed his orders with, may God 



48 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

bless you. The chaplains that same night addressed us 
and assured us that God would guide us, and be with us. 
This was the turning point of the war, and God did 
guide and bless us, for the great Hindenburg line was 
broken, which was the beginning of the ending. 



A NOBLE RESOLUTION 

The teachings of yours, dear Pastor, which I learned 
at Church, clung to me in battle, and became more 
deeply rooted than ever before, and will forever cling 
to me, and I now resolve to live near to my Church 
and God all my days. 

RATHER GO WITHOUT MEAL THAN BATH 

I was in the Ammunition Train Service at Alsace and 
Verdun. 

At times great shells filled with high explosives would 
go whizzing by, and when they exploded they tore open 
holes in the earth big enough to bury a house. 

I was gassed and lost all my hair. Am now growing 
a new crop. 

The boys were all anxious to go over the top for the 
first time, but not so anxious to go the second time. 

When we moved from the railroad near Rumpont in 
France to the front we were given each three minutes 
for a bath, scarcely time to wipe off the soap. But the 
American soldier would rather leave his meal go than 
go without his bath, even if he had only three minutes. 



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DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS SO MUCH 
WATER 

I didn't know there was so much water in the world 
until I started across the Atlantic Ocean. 

THE ONLY PLACE FOR AN AMERICAN 

The only place for an American is the United States 
of America. Ask any of the A. E. F. or the Naval 
Force overseas. 

BEFORE THE BATTLE OF CHATEAU- 
THIERRY 

The following excerpt gives one a vivid idea of the boys* 
feelings preceding the great battle that proved to be the 
turning point of the war: 

We were called together for a religious ser- 
vice the night before we set forth to resist the 
enemy's drive at Chateau-Thierry. Our bat- 
talion sat hidden in a grove as our chaplain en- 
deavored to encourage us and strengthen our 
faith in God. When the service was over you 
could see groups of men here and there reading 
their Bibles, preparing themselves the better for 
the charge in the morning. The Bible never be- 
fore seemed quite so precious to me, and I could 
all the better appreciate then why my mother 



50 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

gave me a Bible before I left home and urged 
that I read it every day. 

I often think since that great battle, which 
was the turning point of the war, that God was 
all the more with us because we did thus prepare 
ourselves before we entered the battle. 



THINKING ABOUT PASSING IN HIS CHECKS 

More than once I thought that this person of mine 
would see Scotland no more, and that enjoying water- 
melons in the United States was a thing of the past. 

A BOOST FOR THE "Y" 

I have heard a good many complaints about the "Y," 
but if some of these doughboys who have lodged these 
complaints would have been with us, they would have 
been mighty glad to have the "Y." 

We only had a little shack, but believe me it was 
there, 

ONE WHO MADE THE SUPREME SACRIFICE 

The Lord has been my Help. He will not leave me. 
Through God we shall do valiantly, and though He slay 
me, yet will I trust in Him. Oh, what blessed hope, 
that beyond this sin-stricken and woe-worn world there 
is a Heaven of righteousness! It is secured to me by 
the promise of a God that cannot lie. I am looking for it, 



Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 51 

and hope to be ready for it when my days on earth are 
ended and my harvest reaped. 



ANXIOUS TO RETURN HOME 

Am on my furlough in the Alps. Climbed to the sum- 
mit of Mount St. Eynard, 4,500 feet high. Had a fine 
view of Mont Blanc, sixty-two miles away. The moun- 
tains are snow-capped, which makes them the more beauti- 
ful. The bridge the high Elipse, was started in 1607 and 
completed in 1667. It is indeed a fine piece of work. It 
has withstood several floods. 

Now that the war is at a close we are all anxious to 
return to our own great land. The picture shown here 
(a souvenir postal) is of a cathedral built in the four- 
teenth century. It is built as of one huge rock and is a 
wonderful piece of architecture. Have been attached to 
an officers' training school near this city. 



WOULD ALWAYS BE HER BOY 

This letter is from a mother whose son was killed in 
action : 

Knowing of the great interest you have taken 
in the boys who went over to fight for our coun- 
try and our flag I feel that I should let you know 
that my boy has been officially reported killed in 
action on November 7th. In his last letter to 
me he writes of a letter that he received from 



52 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

you. For this kindness I wish to thank you. 
He had been a member of the church since he 
was old enough to walk. His death occurred just 
nineteen days after his twenty-fourth birthday. 
Even had he lived until he was sixty, he would 
have still been a child in my eyes, and you can 
realize how I feel his loss. He was one of the 
313th. 

HARDSHIPS OF INACTIVITY IN CAMP LIFE 

So long as we were preparing to go overseas with the 
expectation of active service, we were encouraged. But 
when the armistice was signed, for the moment we looked 
at each other with an air of keen disappointment, for we 
realized that it was all up and that we would have to 
return home without having been of direct service. We 
wanted to go somewhere, but just stayed here at camp. 

People may think it an easy life, but it is a hard life 
to want to do and yet be compelled to be idle. 

A GREAT SCHOOLING 

As showing the educational value of army life^ the fol- 
lowinff excerpt will prove inter estinff: 

All this has been a great schooling. It has 
been worth much to me. I have not only 
learned the better to know men, but also my- 
self. 

One is not apt to be a man until one is com- 



Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 53 

pelled to do for one's self. Home life keeps us 
rather tender, because we are there indulged by 
our dear mothers. 



HARDEST WORK IS NO WORK 

An old saw says that all work and no play makes 
Jack a dull boy. The truth of that aphorism is here 
exemplified: 

Of course, we're glad it's all over. But 
somehow we're disappointed at not finishing the 
job while we were at it. We would rather 
fight and suffer hardships than be idle here 
with the job unfinished. It takes more courage 
sometimes to be idle than to fight, and perhaps 
that is why we even hate to be idle. If there's 
no more fighting to be done, then, as the saying 
goes, we want to beat it back to Baltimore. 

THIS BOY WAS KILLED IN ACTION 

I am awaiting orders with others. We are likely soon 
to go over the top. I may never return home to my 
parents. But, as you prayed with me before I left, and 
told me to put my trust in God, so I am doing, and I 
am prepared for whatever He wills. 

OFFERS THANKS TO GOD 

This is Christmas, and I thank God for Peace. When 
I was a boy I read of the bravery of the men under 



54 Echoes from the Distant Battlefield 

Napoleon, little thinking that I, with others, should ever 
be called on to be even more courageous. For to face 
the weapons of destruction in this last war requires 
more courage, I believe, than in the days of Napoleon. 

ASKS FOR PRAYERS 

This lad came through the war without a scratch, and 
asks for prayers that he may return safely to his home and 
friends: 

Your most welcome letter received by me in 
the great fortress of Verdun. In the very room 
where I now am was once located the Marshal 
of France^ — the great Joffre. We rejoice with 
you all at home over the successful ending of 
the war. Personally I have much to be thank- 
ful for — God has brought me through it all 
without even a scratch. Pray for me that He 
grant me continued safety and an early return 
home. 

May God's richest blessings ever be with you, 
who so thoroughly deserve them. 

MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR 

This boy, among others, was quarantined on account 
of the flu. But he nevertheless showed the true spirit of 
American optimism: 

Things have been about the same here at 
Camp Wise. We were quarantined for six 



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weeks on account of the influenza, which did not 
skip us, although this is a very healthful climate. 
There were trying times, but the medical ofli- 
cers fought it valiantly. We all had a fight on 
our hands, as it was in the very air. 

Now that peace once more is upon this world, 
I am sure conditions will improve and that the 
people will be better. Surely every one has 
much to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving 
Day. 

TRAVELED IN BOX CARS 

Here is a letter that tells how officers and privates 
alike traveled in box cars from town to town: 

Received your letter, and certainly was glad 
to hear from you, as it just put new life in me. 
I have been through a little of this conflict and 
am on my way to a rest camp for a couple of 
weeks. I know that I will come back a better 
man than I was when I left — both morally and 
physically. 

Doctor, we traveled from town to town in 
box cars, everybody alike — Mayors, Captains, 
Y. M. C. A. men, all in one car. I think when 
I get back home I shall never leave good old 
Baltimore again. 

To-day is the first time that I have enjoyed a 
good meal in one of the Red Cross rest stations 
away over here in one of these lonely places. 
We had spinach, mashed potatoes, pork, bread, 



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coffee, and pie. And we saw real American 
girls — something I had never before seen since 
I left the States. 

I know, Doctor, my dear old mother worries 
a great deal about me, so please go down and 
cheer her up. Tell her that I am all right. 



THINKS OF HIS LITTLE GIRL 

Far from the bedside of one who is near and dear to 
him, this soldier writes to offer thanks and appreciation 
for little kindnesses shown in his household during his 
absence: 

Just a few lines to let you know that I am 
thinking of you for your prayers with my little 
girl Nina. It did her much good, I am sure. 

I trust God has bestowed His blessings of 
health and strength on you. I know that you 
are busy and I do not want to take up too much 
of your time. May God be with you till we 
meet again! 

WELCOMES NEWS OF ARMISTICE 

Ever a firm believer in the efficacy of prayer, the author 
of the subjoined excerpt so expresses himself: 

. . . our training will be interrupted by the 
glorious news of an armistice being declared be- 
tween the warring nations. I feel certain that 



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this is in answer to the many prayers offered 
up for the safekeeping of our boys and their safe 
return. 

Perhaps you will be interested to learn of 
the studies that I am taking here. These em- 
brace everything relative to the airplane, except 
actually leaving the ground in flight. Among 
them may be mentioned bombing, meteorology, 
aerography, navigation, engines, gunnery, radio, 
electricity, semaphore, theory of flight. Besides 
this, we have a great deal of drilling, which 
tends to make real ground soldiers of us also. 

It certainly is doing much to make a real 
man of me and I thoroughly enjoy the life. 



OUR TREATMENT TO GERMAN PRISONERS 

The German prisoners preferred working under the 
American doughboy in preference to the French poilu. 
In fact the French often became jealous of the kindly 
treatment we gave the German prisoners, but America, 
as you always taught us in Church, plays the part of 
the "Good Samaritan." 



FORGOT THEY HAD BEEN ENEMIES 

On November 11, 19 18, we were in front of Etrage. 
Suddenly at 11 a. m. firing ceased, everything was per- 
fectly quiet, and we were told that the Armistice was 



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signed. In the united joy which followed the Germans and 
the Americans forgot they had been fighting, or that they 
had been enemies. Spontaneously they rushed together 
and clasped each other by the hand. The Germans were 
hungry, and we Americans gave of our bread, for which 
they were most thankful. 



BURIAL OF THOSE KILLED DURING THE 
LAST HOURS OF THE FIGHT 

The burial of those who were killed the morning be- 
fore the signing of the Armistice took place at MouUe- 
ville Farm. It was a most touching and impressive 
scene. 

A huge grave, much in the shape of a horseshoe, was 
dug ; the dead bodies wrapped in blankets were laid around 
this grave. 

A Chaplain held the regular service, after which the 
bodies were placed side by side in the grave. A farewell 
volley was then fired over the graves, and as the graves 
were being filled in, taps were blown. 



REJOICING IN ONE COMMON CAUSE 

When it was announced that the Armistice had been 
signed, we had a remarkable demonstration at Verdun, 
where I happened to be at the time. 

Spontaneously the people assembled in one great pro- 
cession. In that gathering were Americans, French, 



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British and Algerian. These all fell in line and marched 
together as one great body, rejoicing that the war was 
over and that soon all could once more return to their 
homes. 

WHAT WE PROMISE GOD WHEN WE ARE IN 
TROUBLE 

One night as I was dreadfully ill on our ship, the 
whistle told of a submarine near us. 

I can never express my feelings at that moment. It 
seemed to me the end had come, and in almost an instant 
the history of my life was unfolded before me; all the 
good and the bad I had ever done. I then praised God 
as never before for the good I had done and promised 
Him a future to His glory if He would spare my life. 
He saved me and I mean to keep my promise. 

THE SICK APPRECIATE A WORD OF CHEER 

I am in a Naval Hospital where I have undergone an 
operation of a rather serious type. Here I am away from 
home and loved ones. Naturally I do not feel very cheer- 
ful, but you have no idea how happy we boys are when 
we are visited by those who come to the hospitals to bring 
cheer. Indeed these ladies are most welcome, for although 
we suffer, nevertheless while they are here giving us their 
smiles and words of good cheer, we at least for the time 
seem to forget all about our sufferings. I have resolved 
that when I get well I will never lose an opportunity 
that presents itself in giving a word of cheer to the sick. 



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DONT TRIFLE WITH DANGER 

I am on one of the Mine Sweepers called "Suicide Fleet." 
I sleep with 400 pounds of T.N.T. over my head. A safe 
protection so long as it does not blow down upon me. 

A Captain of one of the Mine Sweepers, overestimating 
his ability, endeavored to free a mine that had been fouled 
in the Mine Sweeping Gear and bring it on board the 
ship, but with all his precaution the contact point of the 
mine in some way was touched. Result! It exploded, 
killing the Captain and blowing off the stern of the ship. 



POINTING OUT THE WAY 

We swept for mines around New York until the 
armistice had been signed. After that we swept a channel 
clear of all mines for a distance of one hundred miles, so 
as to make safe the passageway for the ships bringing in 
returning troops. After sweeping this channel our ship 
was converted into a Light Ship to illuminate and point 
out the way for directing the course of the returning ships. 
We thus not only opened up a safe passage, but also served 
as a Light House. 



ALL CREEDS MIXED IN SERVICE 

It was a pleasing sight to witness how Jew, Gentile and 
Catholic united in service on the battlefield. As our men 



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fell it was not a question of creed or faith, but each one 
was ready to render service as he was able. Thus it was 
that a Jewish Rabbi, a Catholic Priest and a Protestant 
Minister were often found side by side as brothers in their 
service as chaplains. 

Perhaps this has made all the greater impression upon 
me because you so often have preached to us that "we are 
brethren." Would it not be grand if after the war is 
over the same brotherly spirit would be manifested among 
mankind. 

SOCIAL VICE 

The war has brought to light the appalling prevalence 
of social vice and has emphasized the necessity of cultivat- 
ing in young people a rigid standard of morals to combat 
the evil and to serve as their own safeguard. 

COMFORT IN 23D PSALM 

As I went "over the top" there seemed to flash before 
me that part in the 23d Psalm which says: "Though I 
walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will 
fear no evil, for Thou art with me." These words gave 
me great comfort, and I went forth into battle without 
any fear. It is indeed remarkable how the Word of God 
does giVe one comfort in time of need. 

THE SURRENDER OF THE GERMAN FLEET 

The surrender of the German fleet after the armistice 
had been signed was some excitement, believe me. 



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We had been told so many things about the great 
fleet, that we had our ships all cleared for action, for we 
wanted to be ready in case they showed fight. 

The fleet came within range of our guns, and we were 
ready for action, but we didn't get a chance. They sur- 
rendered. It was November 21, 19 18, and we sure will 
long remember that day. 



WELCOME HOME FROM CAMP LIFE 

Our welcome home no doubt will be very quiet as 
compared with those of the victorious men who had the 
privilege of action on battlefields. But it was no fault 
of ours that we have been denied the privilege. Indeed, 
we were bitterly disappointed, and it takes a lot of cour- 
age to be brave when there is nothing to do. 



MOTHER'S DAY 

This is Mother's Day, and as I have no mother to 
write, I will drop you a line instead. The American 
and French are celebrating the occasion in Beaune to-day. 

I am at the Beaune University. Our regiment did 
the construction, and most of us are going to school now, 
which will close in June, when we will all go home 
as a unit. I hope so at least, for everything is getting 
so uninteresting over here that all I can think of is going 
home. 



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PRUSSIANISM AND GERMAN FAMILY LIFE 
CONTRASTED 

After the Armistice had been signed, I spent twenty- 
days in Trier, a German city of 50,000. We were called 
upon to guard the place, and by way of contrast with the 
military and political powers of Prussianism, I was most 
favorably impressed with the quietness and sweetness of 
the German family life. 



HATRED WAS NOT OF THE HEART 

Naturally during the fight all were loyal to their 
colors, and did everything to win the victory, being 
willing if necessary to die; and yet, it seems there was 
no American heart hatred toward the enemy. 



DELAYS ARE DANGEROUS 

Dear Doctor: 

I received your letter the other day and as I believe 
in the policy "Delays are dangerous" I will try to answer 
as per your request. 

I might be a good soldier, but when it comes to writing 
or giving any ideas or thoughts on my experiences in 
the A. E. F. that would be of any interest to others, 
I get the same feeling that comes to the Marine who 
is called out to guard-mount and he has a dirty rifle; im 



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other words my literary powers are rather limited; still 
to refuse would be polite mutiny so I will endeavor to 
relate to you how I pass the time away while waiting 
for Our Uncle Sam to send us home or back to the 
trenches. 

A month or so ago, the Yanks were leaving France 
by the thousands, ship after ship pulled away from the 
port of embarkation and the U. S. Marine Corps did not 
appear in the sailing list; a few of our home-sick lads 
were a bit discouraged; they would not care but time 
hung rather heavy on their hands, which caused them 
to picture imaginary scenes of the home-folks in distress 
and business careers shot to pieces; they lost interest in 
Sunny France, did not care to visit the historical Cha- 
teaus, gaze at beautiful scenery; all they wanted was the 
ocean trip with tlie big boat headed in the westerly 
direction. 

One day I read an article by Dr. Frank Crane. I im- 
mediately snapped out of my trance and started the cogs 
working in double time. I decided that I could at least 
cheer the boys who were despondent and help to drive 
the spirit "The world is picking on me" back to the 
tall bushes. 

I get beaucoup fun out of the many ways that I spread 
my propaganda or doctrine, the results are gratifying, 
and to-day my time is much too short, the hours roll 
by with incredible speed; I know I am helping others 
but not near as much as I am helping myself, therefore 
I am selfish and do not feel proud of my work. 

Just before I drift into slumberland I ask myself the 
question, "Did I do anything to-day that I should not 



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have done and was there something I could have accom- 
ph'shed that I did not try?" Sometimes I find out I am 
on the wrong track and going south when north is the 
correct direction, but squads right-about in the morning 
and I start the new day with fresh vigor for my chosen 
task. 

Hoping to have that Saturday evening chat with you 
in the near future, I am the same old Frank as before, 
only I hope a little better for my A. E. F. trip. 
As ever, 



A HERO AT HOME 

My most thrilling experience after more than two years 
in the war occurred on the night of May 23, 19 19, when 
on board the Florida steamer on its way to Baltimore, 
where I was coming on a "week end leave." That night 
we cited a burning ship which was off our starboard bow. 
We quickly hastened to give her assistance and found 
it to be the Old Bay Line steamer Virginia. 

It was most pitiful when we reached the steamer to see 
the women and children floating in the water half crazed, 
and others on the bow of the burning ship standing be- 
tween flames, pulling their hair and crying: "Have mercy. 
Save us." We quickly manned the whaleboats and picked 
up the floating survivors ; after that we made for the flam- 
ing ship and rescued those yet on board. 

I personally had the privilege of saving the lives of 
a mother and her two children. Although in doing so I 



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was badly bruised, nevertheless it was my greatest joy 
to have been able to serve others in their dire distress, 
for which service I received a very favorable commenda- 
tion from an officer of the American Navy, to say nothing 
of the heart appreciation of those whom I rescued. 

WHO WON THE WAR? 

I am glad the war is won, and as an American soldier 
it does not worry me who won it. I, for one, feel we 
all together won the war. We fought for one common 
cause, under common orders, with one purpose. That 
purpose w^as accomplished, the war was won, and there 
is glory enough in it for us all, so why worry as to who 
won the war. 

THOSE WHO "STAND AND WAIT" 

I did not mind the fighting as much as I do the being 
left behind when others are going home. 

Side by side we fought together, and now to see others 
return home while we still wait, to bid "Good-by" to 
the men who are leaving for home, requires almost an 
heroic endurance. 

And yet we think of what Milton once wrote: "They 
also serve who only stand and wait," so we, too, will 
try to be brave as we wait. 

SOME OF THE PASTOR'S LETTERS 

Every boy who was a member of Christ Church and 
who went into military service was written to by me 



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except those whose addresses I could not get. All let- 
ters received by me were answered. Not only this: I 
frequently wrote even though I received no reply to my 
letters. 

Appended are copies of a few of the letters that I sent 
to these noble lads : 



GUARD AGAINST TEMPTATIONS 

My Dear Brother: 

Your name was handed me as one of the boys who are 
now in their country's uniform. Indeed, the war is as- 
suming such tremendous proportions that in time I sus- 
pect all our young men will be wearing the colors. 

The American Army so far has apparently left a very 
favorable impression upon the minds of the people, and 
it is because our men when they leave home and their 
Church carry with them the holy blessings and influ- 
ences which were inculcated in them by their Godly 
parents and their Christian Churches. That you will 
be one of this number, I do not doubt. My prayer is 
therefore that you will be guarded against the tempta- 
tions which naturally beset young men, that you will 
also be a blessing to another brother who may be weaker 
than yourself, and that you may ever grace the colors 
you bear. 

In the hour of darkness and trial put your trust in 
God, and remember that in holy supplication God is 
ever near and will bless you. 

Most sincerely, your pastor. 



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FOR GOD'S RICHEST BLESSING 

My Dear Brother: 

I was very much pleased to get your letter, and it 
afforded me great pleasure to know that you are exer- 
cising every possible energy for the maintaining of a 
noble manhood while you are serving your country. 

I want you to know that although you are away from 
us, and your loved ones at home, you are not out of 
our thoughts or prayers. We are remembering you and 
are constantly praying God's richest blessings upon you, 
and we are also praying that God may not only be 
pleased to protect you, but that should circumstances be 
such that you should unfortunately become afflicted in any 
way whatever, God may give you grace and strength to 
endure the hardness as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 
Lovingly and tenderly, your pastor. 



"LO, I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS" 

My Dear Good Boy: 

As time rolls on many unexpected things occur, change 
is marked everywhere; we are glad, therefore, to know 
that there is One who never changes, our Blessed Lord 
and Master, who is always the same in love for His 
followers, forgiving, kind, tender, compassionate, patient 
and long-suffering, and assures us that no matter where 
we are He is and always will be with us. 

You are among strangers. You may be beset with 



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trials and tribulations. At best war is not a playground, 
it is a struggle, a test. Above all do you need the com- 
panionship of Him who changes not, and He says to 
you, my dear friend, "Lo, I am with you always." With 
your trust in Him, you need not fear, for He is perhaps 
nearer to you than to many who are at home. 

You are to be commended, because you are in uniform 
and service for your country, and as it is for the cause 
of righteousness, we believe God will be with you and 
protect you. 

Praying God's blessing upon you, I remain. 

Your loving friend and pastor. 



"THRICE ARMED IS HE WHOSE CAUSE IS 
JUST" 

My Dear Brother: 

I received your letter of the i6th and was very glad 
to hear from you. 

It is needless for me to say that I have implicit confi- 
dence in you, believing that you will appreciate the po- 
sition to which you have been called, and that you will 
not only make good towards your country, but also 
towards your God. 

The moral surroundings and the many helpful aids af- 
forded our boys now through the Y. M. C. A. and other 
agencies of war preparation and comforts gives to our 
American soldiers the best possible equipment and pro- 
tection. 

Above aU you are in a righteous and unselfish cause, 



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fighting not for personal aggrandizement, but in the 
spirit of the Master you are going out to help bring 
about the universal peace, in which we pray that the 
Prince of Peace may be the Head over all. 

May God richly bless you, and in time of discour- 
agement or in days of darkness then and at all times 
put your trust in God, who has promised not to leave 
or forsake you. 

Lovingly, your pastor. 



GOD IS EVER AT HAND 

My Dear Boy: 

I was glad to hear from you, and you are one of 125 
of our boys who are now in the Army and Navy. 

I read your name out among those of the list of boys 
two Sundays ago at Church when we placed a National 
and a service flag in our Church. I hope you may ever 
be a good boy. Should you at any time get homesick, 
remember that God is as near to help you while you are 
away, as He was near to you before you went away from 
your home and Church. If out on the battlefield any 
of your comrades should fall in death, give them a word 
of cheer, reminding them of the fact that even in death 
the soul's flight is less than a second, whether at home 
or from "Somewhere Over There." 

May God ever care for you as His own child. Put 
your trust in Him, and He will not forsake you. 
With every loving wish, I remain, 
Your pastor, 



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CARRY RELIGION WITH THEM 

My Dear Boy: 

I was glad to hear from you. You were always a 
faithful boy at Sunday School and Church, and I have 
no fears of your good behavior and morals away from 
home. I have learned this from my experience with 
many of the boys in the Army and Navy, that those boys 
who were religiously inclined at home, are religiously 
incliaed when away from home, whether in the Army or 
Navv. In other words, they carry their religion with 
them, This has been a source of great gratification to 
me as a pastor to know that during all these years my 
ministry has not been in vain, but that as I have planted 
and watered God has given the increase. 

Indeed, it makes me happy to know that my dear boys 
are livhg up to the highest standard morally and spirit- 
ually, til at I set for them when they were with me in 
the Sunday School and Church. Should you at any 
time feel lonely or discouraged, remember the same God 
who comforted and cheered you when at home will be 
with you now. In the hour of sickness or trial, Christ 
says, "Lc, I am with thee always, even until the end 
of the world." Therefore, put your trust in God. Look 
to Him in prayer and while you are loyally and lovingly 
and patriotically serving your country, you will be at 
the same time serving your God, and God will be your 
reward. 

"V7ith every loving wish, I remain, 
Your pastor, 



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APPRECIATE GOD'S HOLY WORD 

My Dear Brother: 

I read from time to time with great pleasure the letters 
from our boys, and I am happy to know that they are 
happy in their new experiences. The military school is 
indeed a great school for many of our young men, and 
those who properly avail themselves, and who blest of 
God shall be able to return again in health after the war, 
will be stronger physically and mentally, and indeed I 
believe that many will be stronger spiritually, for I sus- 
pect that many of our boys appreciate more now the 
blessedness of God's Holy Word than they ever did 
before. 

Do not forget your Bible. In it you will learn from 
time to time of God's precious promises, and ^f His 
unfailing love. Put your trust in God. Be loyal to your 
country. With courage and with firm faith you will be 
one who will honor God's name and his country's flag. 

Praying God's blessing upon you, and hoping that you 
may not only be a noble young man yourself in morals 
and courage, but that you may also help some weaker 
brother to the same good foundation on which you stand, 
I remain. 

Lovingly and aflFectionately, 

Your pastor, j 



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KIND THOUGHTS BRIDGE DISTANCE 

My Dear Brother: 

Having learned of your whereabouts I take this oppor- 
tunity of addressing you. While there is a long dis- 
tance between us, nevertheless thoughts and love bridge 
distance. Even by means of a telephone we talk with our 
friends as if through a wall when they are yet a long 
distance off, or by means of the wireless we converse with 
friends from the ocean to the cities, so by means of a 
letter we communicate with our friends though barriers 
and distance lie between us. 

The thought that our friends are thinking of us, that 
they do not forget us, that they are interested in our 
welfare and are wishing us all good things, is a source 
of cheer. That you have all these from your many friends 
in this country goes without question. 

Remember there is, however, another friend, our very 
best friend. Who has promised never to leave us nor 
forsake us. You have been in a large measure a public 
benefactor. You have been giving a service for the allevi- 
ation of the sufferings of mankind, and my prayer is that 
the Great Physician of us all will not forget you. Re- 
member, He is as near to you where you are as He is to 
us in our homes. May God therefore richly bless you, 
give you patience and trust in Him. 

With every loving wish, I remain, 

Most cordially and sincerely, 

Your pastor, Jv ^ 



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A REAL SOURCE OF PLEASURE , 

My Dear Brother: 

It is a source of great pleasure to me, your pastor, to be 
receiving letters from time to time from our dear boys, 
and let me assure you that it fills my soul with great 
delight to hear of the spiritual concern of our boys. How 
happy I am to be assured that our boys will come back 
with the same strong faith in God they had before they 
left, and as many write me they will come back still 
better men than they were before they went away. 

Our country is demanding our best men. Do not be 
satisfied in your life with anything but the best in aims 
and morals, in thought and habits, in your whole life. 
With strong faith in God and courage for .the right I 
believe that our American boys will not only win in the 
fight, but will come back crowned with God's glory and 
honor. Never allow another to drag you down, but be 
a lifting power to help a weak brother to a better life. 

Rest assured you have our prayers, and you are not 
forgotten by your pastor or your friends in the Church. 

Praying God's richest blessing upon you, I remain, 
Lovingly and affectionately. 
Your pastor, 

SACRIFICES FOR AMERICA 

My Dear Brother : 

I received a letter from your sister to-day, in which 
she informs me that you have been wounded. I am 



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awfully sorry to hear this, and I do hope and pray that 
it is nothing serious, and that you may soon again be 
your real self. 

You boys are fighting our battles. You are making 
sacrifices for America. You are our representatives, and 
the scars and wounds that you receive God will not over- 
look, but reward will be yours. 

America is in an unselfish warfare, like the Good 
Samaritan coming out to help suffering humanity. I am 
sure that we are in a righteous cause, fighting for the 
right for freedom and for justice, and I believe that God 
will be with us, and that in the end we shall win. 

May God bless you, my dear brother, and give you 
great cheer and comfort. Remember, we are all praying 
for you, and the Lord, Himself, will not forget you. 
With every loving wish, I remain, 
Your pastor, 

A SAINTED MOTHER IN HEAVEN 

My Dear Brother: 

Your letter of October 19th is before me, and I read 
it with very great pleasure. Yes, dear boy, it makes me 
feel happy to know that you are the same good boy 
away that you were at home, and I know you will return 
with the same pure heart. 

You evidently have had some very trying times, and I 
hope soon you may be able to tell me much more of 
your experiences. 

We passed through a dreadful ordeal here in Balti- 



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more a few weeks ago, when the "Flu" carried away in 
America more lives than were lost by America in the awful 
war with Germany. Many of our most prominent citi- 
zens were taken. I myself buried forty-three in two 
weeks' time, but, Harry, when I think of those who are 
living to-day in sore affliction, those who are anxiously 
waiting for the day when God will relieve them of their 
misery and take them home, I cannot help but feel that 
for many at least, as St. Paul says, "to die is far better." 

I well recall the time when I lost my dear mother. 
At that time I could not quite understand, but as time 
passed on I thanked God that I had a sainted mother 
in Heaven, and although I have many times greatly 
missed her since then, nevertheless I have never wished 
her back, and am glad she is at rest. 

Harry, you have learned by this time to endure hard- 
ness as a good soldier, and there are things that you as 
well as myself must adapt yourself to. You, like myself, 
have a sainted mother in Heaven, and I want you to be 
just as brave in hearing these tidings, and bearing the 
same, as you have been on the battlefield serving your 
country and your God. I officiated at the funeral services 
of your sainted mother on October 23rd. Your mother 
died happy, and has simply gone home to her rest, and 
some day you, like myself, will meet with these dear 
mothers in our Father's House, where partings are no 
more. 

I went to see your father, and am glad to report to you 
that he is very well as all the rest, and your father is 
bearing the loss nobly and bravely, and I am sure again 
that you will do likewise. 



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Praying God's richest blessing upon you, and with 
every loving wish, I remain, 

Your pastor, 



RETURN WITH PURE LIPS 

My Dear Boy: 

Praise God for peace, and we thank all of you dear 
boys, soldiers and sailors, for your share in hastening the 
day of peace. God works through men and secondary 
causes to accomplish much of His work, and I know He 
will reward you all for what you have done and endured. 

I often think of you all, and feel so sorry for you in 
your many hardships, for I know you dear boys have had 
to endure many trials, privations and temptations. We 
are praying for you here, and will be so glad to welcome 
you home. 

My heart rejoices at the sweet tone of the letters which 
I receive from so many of you boys, for it assures me that 
you are keeping yourselves untarnished from sin and temp- 
tation, and will return home with lips pure to place upon 
the lips of mothers and loved ones. 

You have gone through a wonderful school, and will 
never forget the lessons you have learned. May God 
bless and keep you, my dear boy. 

Help some other boy who may be lonely, and give him 
good cheer, and if he be a wayward boy, strive by kind 
counsel to bring him back to the faith he once had in God 
when he was by his mother's side. Tell him and all that 
here at home we are all praying for our soldiers and sail- 



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ors, and we will never forget to be grateful to them for 
their services to their God and country. 

Praying God's richest blessing upon you, I remain, 
Lovingly and affectionately, 

Your Pastor. 

LOVED ONES AWAIT 
My Dear Good Boy: 

I am so glad to hear from you, and to hear you are well, 
and have triumphed most gloriously. 

I have prayed for you, and I thank God He has heard 
my supplication, and that He has spared your life not only 
from the leaden, but also from the immoral bullets. 

I am pleased to know you are now privileged to enjoy 
some of the historical places of the world. This is your 
opportunity, and you should avail yourself of every such 
privilege of seeing places that will be of joy to you in after 
years. 

May God be pleased to bring you in time back home, 
where loved ones await you and will lovingly greet you. 
Lovingly and tenderly, 

Your Pastor. 

HAS A SAINTED FATHER IN HEAVEN 
My Dear Frank: 

As I write, we are having our first real snowstorm of 
the winter, for thus far the weather has been charming 
when we consider the season of the year. 

I was so glad to hear from you a few days ago, as it 



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is always a pleasure to hear from you boys. My one 
regret is that seemingly many of my letters go astray. I 
have been faithful in writing to all of our boys who keep 
me informed of their "whereabouts," but some apparently 
do not get my letters. 

It will be a great pleasure to many when you shall be 
released by the Government from duty for your country 
and be allowed to return home. 

Home, yes after all that is a sweet word, and especially 
where true love reigns in the abode, for love more than 
anything else makes home. 

Some of us have sweet memories of such a place, but 
time brings changes, and once sweet homes are only a 
memory, a thing of the past. 

I can always sympathize with the "other fellow" who 
has no home, for my dear parents have both gone to their 
Heavenly home, and being unmarried, I am left much 
like Abraham of old in the sense of "pitching my tent," 
in which I tarry for a time. It makes a difference, but 
Heaven will be all the sweeter and dearer when our time 
comes to depart, because of the loved ones, who, having 
gone before, will be there to greet us as we come home. 
Indeed I often think that those who go first have the least 
to pay, whereas the debt increases as one lingers out the 
day. 

I am sure therefore that none of us will be cruel enough 
to wish back those who enjoy the rest which remains for 
them that love God. No, we will rather cheerfully let 
them enjoy the rest in their heavenly home, where some 
day we shall meet them to be forever with the Lord. 
Death is after all a sleep, a goodnight. In Heaven it will 



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be goodmoming, no more separations, so that our loved 
ones are better off in Heaven than on earth. The sacrifice 
is with those who remain. 

I know you are saying, "Well, it is good to be able to 
view separations in such a manner." Yes, it is, and you, 
too, my dear boy, I am sure, will be just as brave as others 
of us. You are a soldier. You have had your privations. 
You have made great sacrifices, and you are able to make 
still greater ones, and to "endure still greater hardness as 
a good soldier." 

I want you, therefore, to be brave now as you join with 
me in bowing to God's will at the departure of your own 
dear father, who went to his heavenly home this morning. 
He had been ill for two weeks, and "fell asleep" this morn- 
ing at four o'clock. He died peacefully. I called upon 
him frequently during his illness, and he assured me he had 
peace at heart. 

That is your joy, and the best legacy your father could 
have left you. 

Your mother and all are bearing up bravely, and my 
prayer is that you too may put your trust in God, and 
He will not fail you. 

May God bless and keep you, my dear boy. 
Lovingly and devotedly, 

Your Friend and Pastor. 

NEW PEOPLE BETTER THAN NEW LAWS 

My Dear Boy: 

Most of our boys have returned, and it thrills me with 
joy to greet them one by one. 



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Some of the boys from our Church were on the banks 
of the Marne, others fought at Chateau-Thierry, some 
stood fast in the Argonne Forest, some spilled their blood 
in Flanders, others suffered in French Hospitals, while 
still others made a contribution to liberty in making the 
supreme sacrifice with their lives. 

It is heartrending to hear of many of the hardships 
of our boys. Had the final decision been left to the 
families of Europe and not to the political rulers, there 
would not have been this dreadful war. But, false educa- 
tion and hatred, autocracy and militarism, know no 
bounds, and as a result the evil thoughts and the evil deeds 
of men brought on war, and an otherwise law abiding 
people have had to suffer. 

This war has brought home the fact, as you well know, 
that men must be treated as individuals and not as things, 
as minds and souls and not as machines. 

The nine millions of men in their graves, together with 
the twenty millions of wounded soldiers, are calling upon 
all the nations that they shall arbitrate as men and breth- 
ren their international differences. You boys have suf- 
fered and sacrificed, but if thereby you shall have helped to 
bring about peace on earth, good will toward men, then 
you will not have suffered in vain. 

These are days when much is being said about laws 
and leagues, resolutions and constitutions, but all these 
will fail to bring about new conditions until the people 
themselves think and speak and are made new. New 
people are better than new laws and leagues, and until 
the people are made new, made new by the power of God, 
the contracts will become only "scraps of paper." When 



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of old the law failed God sent His Son, and that same 
Son of God is needed to-day to make a new people, a new 
world. 

I am sure that you agree with me that America must 
be the world centre for the great work of world evangeli- 
zation, that a new people may inhabit the earth wherein 
dwelleth righteousness. From what I learn from many 
of the boys, this larger vision is being observed, and my 
prayer is that the armies from the battlefields and camps 
may become the armies for the Lord God in the upbuild- 
ing of a moral world, a world of real men, who may keep 
peace in the world in the days to come. 

With the possibilities of scientific discoveries, unknown 
and undreamed of in the past, unless we do put an end 
to war, war will put an end to us. 

However, in God we put our trust, knowing that if 
we do our part, He will never fail us. 

Praying God's richest blessing upon you, and hoping 
you yourself will continue to be an evangelizing factor 
wherever you chance to be, I remain 

Tenderly and affectionately. 

Your Pastor. 

A LETTER SENT TO THOSE WHOSE LOVED 
ONES MADE THE SUPREME SACRIFICE 

Dear Friend: 

At this time of your sorrow I want to convey to you a 
message of cheer and hope. To do so, I realize, at such 
a time as this is not an easy task; yet when we consider 
facts there is hope and cheer. 



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You have given to your country a sacrifice which to 
you is of inestimable value, and hence a great personal 
loss, but it is akin to the spirit which prompted God to 
give His Unspeakable Gift, His Son, to die for the sake 
of others, and the world to-day loves God for what He 
did. In like manner those who fall on the battlefield 
fighting for their country and for the right, helping to 
make this world a better and a safer place in which to 
live, those fallen heroes died unselfishly and heroically. 

We as American citizens honor their sacrifice. They 
died for us, in our place, and we pay them reverence. 
They were doubtless nearer God where they fell in action 
than are many others who fall asleep in death, for God 
knows it was no choice of theirs, but rather obedience to 
a call to duty, of whom it could be nobly said: "Theirs 
is not to reason why, theirs is not to make reply, theirs 
is but to dare and die." With such patriotism and self- 
sacrificing spirit your loved one responded to the call to 
arms for his country. 

Some day, there will be a great reunion. Heaven will 
be the meeting place, and the redeemed of God will be 
the guests, to sit down with Abraham and Isaac and 
Jacob on the throne of God, where there will be "no 
more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there 
be any more pain, for the former things" will all have 
"passed away." Wherefore "cast thy burden on the Lord, 
and He will sustain thee." God's promise to you is: "I 
will be with thee, I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee."* 

With tender and loving sympathy, I remain 

Your Pastor. 



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ADDITIONAL EXCERPTS 

THIS FROM A NURSE 

Our experiences as nurses were many. Indeed, I never 
before saw such patience as was displayed by the wounded 
and dying soldiers. They suffered without murmuring. 
Men, as a rule, are not patient when sick, but it was 
very different with the soldiers overseas in hospitals. 
They suffered as they fought, — bravely. And they were 
grateful for every courtesy and help we did for them. 

It was often very touching to witness the death scenes 
in the hospital. The dying would seem to long for a 
mother's touch and word, but, in her absence, the soldier 
boy would turn instinctively to the nurse, and we tried 
as best we could to take a mother's place in their last 
moments. They sometimes gave us their home address 
and asked us to write to their loved ones a letter of 
comfort, which we did as we had opportunity. 

One boy dying said: "Write to my mother, and tell 
her I love her, but atti now going to my heavenly home, 
where some day I hope to meet her. Tell her that Jesus 
is my Saviour, and I have no fear, though I walk through 
the vaUey of the shadow of death." 

HE WAS AT LEAST HONEST 

One evening as we were being shelled by the enemy, 
we sought shelter in a cellar. Presently a shell shook 
the house. The chaplain happened to be with us, and 



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he asked us if he should pray. We naturally suggested 
he do so, for if ever we felt the need for protection that 
time had come. 

We tried to be brave, but it tries a fellow's bravery 
when shells are bursting about him. The chaplain be- 
gan his prayer with the words: 

"Lord, we are not afraid ," but before he could 

say any more, a young Irishman in our midst interrupted 
the prayer by exclaiming, "The devil we are not afraid." 



LEST WE FORGET 

We all did a lot of praying before we went into battle. 
Our Bibles also were frequently in use. I believe in 
prayer when rightly offered for a righteous cause. God 
has been good to us, and I pray we may never forget 
Him. 



WILL JEALOUSIES ARISE? 

During the period of warfare, when we were all fight- 
ing side by side, it seemed we were all one united body. 
Now Vv^hen it comes to dividing the honors, it seems just 
a bit different. 

Already before we sail for home we hear not a few 
unkind remarks and criticisms which make one feel a bit 
sore after all we have done for others overseas. But, a 
few are not all, so we should worry. 



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UNNATURALNESS OF WAR 

"This, after all, is to me a terrible life. The idea of 
civilized men standing up and killing each other seems 
so unnatural." If the energy and thought and money 
spent in killing men were rightly spent in saving this old 
world by God's redeeming power, much different would 
be the results. But, the war is over, and I pray it may 
be the last. 

WILL WAR RESOLUTIONS BE KEPT? 

We boys during the war made many good resolutions. 
We were facing death, and, like many of whom you 
often speak, we, too, made promises. I hope we may 
keep them when we return. I am sorry, however, to say 
that I fear many will break the promises, for now that 
the war is over and dangers past, I already see a dif- 
ference. 

MYSTERY OF SUFFERING 

"I have helped to minister to many in hospitals. Here 
we see all phases of sufferings. Sometimes it gets one to 
thinking. Armies are gathered to go out and wound 
others, and at the same time a small army is gathered to 
relieve the sufferings of the men who have been wounded. 
But, only through sufferings are greater disasters stopped. 
Thus, we minister unto those whom we have caused to 
suffer. This is the mystery of suffering, and yet it is the 
portion of us all." 



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"O LOVE, THAT WILL NOT LET ME GO" 

I had a wonderful experience as I witnessed the 
death scene in a hospital in France. A soldier boy, yet 
tender in years, was brought into the ward. He was 
seriously wounded, and it was only a matter of hours 
with his life. He asked me to get a letter out of his 
pocket. As I did so, I found the letter in his Testament, 
which looked as if it had been read with tears, judging 
from stains on its pages. He asked me then to read to 
him the letter. As I did so, he began to weep, and as I 
read on I discovered that it was from a young lady who, 
once a sweetheart, had written and broken off the love 
relationship, and this was her last letter to him. 

Then he asked that I read to him from the Gospel 
according to St. John, the 14th chapter. 

After I had read that, he requested I read the 23rd 
Psalm. When I had done so, he looked at me with a 
triumphant smile, saying softly and faintly: 

"O Love, that will not let me go, 
I rest my weary soul in Thee; 
I give Thee back the life I owe, 
That in Thine ocean depths its flow 
May richer, fuller be." 

Suspecting what was in his mind, I said: 

"I suppose you are thinking of Dr. George Matheson, 

who wrote those words?" 

"Yes," he whispered, as he nodded his head in assent 

Heaving a sigh, he said : 



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"We were life friends, she and I, but for some reason 
she gave me up. Perhaps another crossed her path. 
Then, too, she may have lost her love for me." 

Brushing the tears from his eyes, he said softly: "But, 
praise God, there is a love that will not let me go, but 
loves me unto the end, an everlasting love." 

"HE THAT GOES SOONEST HAS THE LEAST 
TO PAY" 

"I found on the battlefield that which to some one was 
very precious, and would be much prized today if it 
could be placed in the proper hands. It is a Testament 
in which is a picture of a young lady, both of which have 
been pierced by a bullet." Thus writes one from the 
battlefield. 

No doubt the owner paid the supreme sacrifice, and 
as his body was carried away for more decent burial, 
the book and picture fell from his pocket. 

No name was left to mark either the picture or the 
owner of the book, but, back of all lies a hidden secret. 

Who was the young lady? Was it his sister, his 
sweetheart? Or, was it to him the best, the dearest, 
and sweetest woman that ever lived — his wife? 

At any rate he, like the rest who were killed, was 
somebody's darling boy. Somebody will miss him. 
Somebody will long for the touch of a vanished hand. 

Those of us who have been spared will, at least, pray 
that the God, who so unselfishly scatters his sunbeams 
like gold upon the bosoms of lakes to the remotest parts 
of the world, will also soothe the wrinkles from the 



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brow of care, change moans and sobs into a song, and 
wipe away tears, putting in their place jewels of joy. 

And, as for those young men who fell, like David of 
old "on sleep," we cannot help but recall the words of 
the poet who wrote, saying: 

"Our life is like a winter's day, 
Some, only breakfast and away. 
Others, to dinner stay and are full fed. 
The oldest man but sups and goes to bed. 
Large is his debt that lingers out the day. 
He that goes soonest has the least to pay." 



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